Unconventional
Copyright© 2019 by Severusmax
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - This is a story that just came to mind of late from an image in my head of a cosplay gang-bang, and it just mushroomed from there. Our hero is about to really go down a rabbit hole at a convention this week, but oh what fun it will be!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged Magic Gay BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Crime Humor Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Brother Sister Father Daughter InLaws BDSM Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Food Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Water Sports Body Modification Doctor/Nurse Geeks Violence
I had just finished inside Jeannie Lanier when I heard Christy cough and I realized that she wanted to officiate the next wedding. I winked at her and gestured for her to begin. I then cleared my throat while still stroking Jeannie’s hair.
“Proceed, Christy,” I told her with a slap to her ass.
“Will Wayne Simpson and Stacey Weingarter please step forward. Now that Wayne has officially completed his reservist duties for the last time and is on terminal leave, it is time, wouldn’t you say, Wayne?” Christy winked at Wayne now, not mentioning that he had just spilled his spunk inside her luscious cunt.
“Hell, yeah, I’ve wanted to marry this cutie for years! My very own Jewish-American Princess!” Wayne made Stacey blush, though it was harder to tell with her dressed as Maleficent and him as Blade.
“Wayne, please take Stacey’s hand and place this ring upon it, repeating the words of the text,” Christy instructed him with another wink as they recalled how he fucked her just minutes before.
The fact that the officiator was dressed as Max from Dark Angel was something else, hair, clothes, everything just right in her role. I was certainly impressed, as was Jeannie on my lap, along with Katie on my right and Amber on my left. I was even more pleased by the eagerness of Wayne and Stacey to be married at last.
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Wayne’s grin spoke volumes as he clearly drank in the pure, understated beauty of his bride.
“Now, Stacey, please take Wayne’s hand and place this ring upon it, repeating the words of the text,” Christy encouraged her now.
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Stacey told Wayne as she slid that ring onto his finger.
“Do you, Wayne Simpson, take this woman, Stacey Weingarter, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Christy asked Wayne now, fighting back a laugh as she thought of his jizz buried in her dreamy snatch.
“I do,” Wayne declared with pride and joy.
“Do you, Stacey Weingarter, take this man, Wayne Simpson, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Christy now inquired of Stacey, winking at her as she thought of Ronnie’s load dripping from Stacey’s slit down her thighs.
“I do,” Stacey winked back at her, rather pleased with herself for taking such a large deposit from Christy’s second hubby.
“Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada and by the Goddess Ashtaroth, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Christy licked her lips and waited only long enough for Wayne and Stacey to kiss before planting a lip lock on each.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Simpson,” Christy told us now, even as we watched Wayne ease his cock into Stacey to take her standing up.
“Okay, now, I’m doing this!” I announced, “Brigham, Gita, you’re next! Brigham Phillips and Sangita Kaur, step forward for your nuptials.”
“Oh, boy!” Brigham shouted, knowing that theirs was a very different wedding in style.
“Join your hands and repeat after me. Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his/hers, and he/she is mine,” I told them.
“Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine,” Brigham announced.
“Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine,” Gita repeated those words, only with the gender changed.
“Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada and by the Goddess Ashtaroth, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss ... and fuck, the bride. I know that you will. I would,” I beamed as Gita and Brigham made out, and then began fucking right there on the living room floor.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Brigham Phillips,” I pointed to the two very entangled, naked bodies.
“She’ll get carpet burns at this rate,” Todd told Natasha with some surprise.
“Honey buns, I doubt that she cares. I wouldn’t. Want to test me? I got Brett’s creampie in me and I know that you’re dripping with Sammie’s cunt juice. Come and take me, babe!” Natasha urged her hubby.
“God, you know that I love it when you give me sloppy seconds!” Todd confessed, even as he gave Natasha the very predictable carpet burn.
“Yeah, honey ... fuck, yeah ... take me ... take this slutty bitch! Put some more hot jizz in me! I’m leaking Jack’s cum from my ass, too, can you see it?” Natasha might have been dressed like Princess Leia in her slave costume, but she acted more like a porn star.
Todd, meanwhile, was dressed as the Incredible Hulk, and he looked the part through and through, as his green-painted cock darted in and out of Natasha’s slippery, slimy snatch. Natasha looked very fuckable, too, an Asian goddess on her hands and knees, taking her husband’s eager thrusts and pushing back at him in earnest. She proved with every stroke that she had never fallen out of love with her man and never would.
“Jeannie, want to take this one?” I slapped my Cajun queen on the bum after the fucking paused for now and she kissed me hard on the mouth as she took the opening.
“Mon Dieu, monsieur, oui ... oui!” Jeannie broke out into French and took over for the nuptials of Zahira Belloumi and Michelle Phillips.
“Zahira Belloumi and Michelle Phillips, step forward, please. Zahira, please take Michelle’s hand and place your ring upon it, reciting the words of the full text,” Jeannie now instructed Zahira, who winked at me and mouthed “she’s yummy.”